It doesn't hurt to dream at all
That you would answer my heart's call.

It doesn't hurt to sometime think
That you make my self tickled pink.

It doesn't hurt to have hope that
My heart is where your love is at.

It doesn't hurt to maybe know
That I, too, make your senses glow

It doesn't hurt to become sore
The feel, thought of you and much more.

It doesn't hurt: give into dreams
defying truth for what it seems

It doesn't hurt to often sigh
for daydreams about you and I

It doesn't hurt--that I just lied
Without you, I have always died;

It doesn't hurt-- I love you now,
But you don't see it, anyhow.

It doesn't hurt, I swear to God.
And fairly, I am truly awed.

It doesn't hurt, but yes it does.
But for you I'd say I have just cause.